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Driving Li Zhong's car, Lin Feng found himself back on the same remote dirt road. As for the question he had been pondering, Lin Feng wasn't in a hurry to make a decision; he would wait until Li Zhong helped him find a place to rent. Lin Feng remembered that he had asked Li Zhong to help him find a good place to live, and it wouldn't be too late to decide this issue when he was ready to move.
Suddenly, Lin Feng saw a car parked on the road ahead; it was an Audi. Beside the car, a woman was nervously doing something.
The dirt road Lin Feng was on branched off from the busier main road, which was more lively. However, it was around two in the afternoon, and it was difficult for any cars to pass by. Occasionally, a car would rush by without stopping to see what was happening.
Lin Feng guessed that the woman had probably tried to flag down a ride multiple times without success, which is why she was attempting to fix her car herself.
In these times, it's not that there aren't kind-hearted people; it's just that they have been scared off. Those damn scammers often exploit the goodwill of others for car theft and other crimes. It’s likely that people earlier thought this woman was a scammer as well.
Better safe than sorry; if there's even a possibility she could be a scammer, they wouldn't take the risk of getting out in the cold to check on her troubles. This is human nature, and one can't blame them.
Lin Feng speculated that this woman might have broken down on her way. Of course, she could also be one of those notorious scammers who lure people out of their cars to steal them; that possibility couldn't be ruled out.
Just because someone is pretty doesn't mean they should be trusted without question. In these times, the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it can be.
Zhang Wuji, or rather Zhang Wuji's mother once said that beautiful women are the most dangerous.
An old monk once told a young monk who was descending the mountain for training that women are like tigers; the prettier they are, the more likely they are to bite.
Of course, these are just tales from the world. Considering his own experiences and encounters with beautiful women, Lin Feng felt that sometimes beautiful women could be trustworthy.
Since that’s the case, Lin Feng didn’t mind getting out to take a look. If she turned out to be a scammer, then he would at least learn a lesson and not blindly trust every pretty woman he encountered.
Moreover, if she is really a scammer, Lin Feng would like to see who could snatch a car from him.
Alright, no need to say much; whether she is a scammer or not will be clear once he gets out of the car.
In fact, Lin Feng had already gotten out of the car for a while and was now approaching the vehicle.
The woman was beautiful, truly beautiful. She exuded an air of elegance and grace, but that might have been her usual demeanor. Right now, however, she displayed signs of nervousness, clearly in a hurry to attend to something important.
Seeing this situation, Lin Feng had almost dismissed his suspicions about her being a scammer because he noticed through the car window that there was a little girl sitting in the passenger seat, probably around four or five years old.
She looked very much like her mother and also resembled Lin Feng.
Uh... why does she look like me? Lin Feng was somewhat taken aback; he found it absurd that he felt this way upon seeing the girl.
What does this even mean?
But this feeling arose so naturally that Lin Feng couldn't stop it.
Alright, stop overthinking! Lin Feng reminded himself as he walked closer to the woman.
It might be a flat tire, Lin Feng speculated again since the woman had been fiddling with the tire since the moment he saw her.
Getting a flat tire on the highway—what terrible luck that would be.
"Excuse me, ma'am, do you need help?" Lin Feng found it inappropriate to call her "miss," as that term felt too casual.
However, addressing her as "ma'am" also felt a bit awkward; it was overly polite and sometimes came off as insincere.
Oh well... it’s just a form of address.
"Oh, young man, my tire has burst, but I..." The woman looked up at Lin Feng and continued, implying that she didn't know how to fix it without saying it outright.
It was understandable that such a beautiful woman driving an Audi wouldn't know how to repair a tire; Lin Feng himself wasn't very skilled at it either.
Who says that just because someone can drive, they can also fix cars? It's like saying a factory manager who knows how to make money should also know how to produce goods. Different fields have their own expertise; having a driver's license doesn't require one to know how to repair cars.
Speaking of which, Lin Feng hadn't even gotten his driver's license yet. He had passed the test in his previous life, but that knowledge was useless now that he had returned to the past.
First of all, when Lin Feng was reborn, he came with nothing but memories; he didn't bring anything with him—just to let you know, he even arrived without clothes.
Secondly, even if he could bring his driver's license with him, there wouldn't be any backup of it at the traffic bureau. If there were, that would be strange—did the entire traffic bureau also get reborn along with Lin Feng? That would create chaos!
So the reality was that Lin Feng still didn't have a driver's license. And now, his first car had already been wrecked; perhaps if he had a license, things might have turned out differently.
By the way, it seemed like He Ting was driving at that time, which had nothing to do with Lin Feng's driver's license anyway.
Alright, enough about that issue. The most important thing now is to figure out why this woman is in such a hurry. Since he's here, it would be better to understand the situation rather than leave without clarity.
Just based on the feeling that the little girl reminded him of his own daughter, Lin Feng was already convinced that this woman was not a fraud. It was simply that feeling; he thought to himself that if someone could bring along such a little girl to deceive others, then being tricked once would be worth it.
This little girl not only resembled his own daughter but was also very cute. Her small face was rosy and inviting, making one want to pinch her cheeks. Of course, it was just a thought; Lin Feng did not take any action.
Anyone who would pinch a child's cheeks upon first meeting is certainly not a good person, no matter how grand their excuses may be. Do good people need excuses?
Lin Feng always prided himself on being a good person, so he forcibly suppressed this urge—no, he suppressed his impulse—no, he suppressed his...
Uh... saying something inappropriate to a four or five-year-old girl? That wouldn't be right. But even calling it an impulse seemed off; Lin Feng didn't know how to articulate it. In any case, he decided against taking any action.
Of course, the girl's cuteness was one thing, but it also gave Lin Feng a sense of kinship that felt almost blood-related. It was one thing for her to resemble his daughter earlier, but now this feeling seemed even more absurd. Lin Feng instinctively dismissed it as mere fanciful thinking.
Nevertheless, he still felt compelled to help.
"Excuse me, do you have a spare tire?" Lin Feng asked.
"No," the woman replied, seeming quite inexperienced in this regard.
What are you looking at if you don't have a tire? Lin Feng nearly blurted out this question. Were you planning to use your saliva to stick the blown tire back on?
He went back to Li Zhong's car and took another look; Lin Feng realized that Li Zhong also didn't have a spare tire.
What kind of people are these? Driving without a spare tire? Aren't they afraid of getting a flat? Lin Feng felt somewhat speechless.
"My car doesn't have tires either. Is there something urgent?" Lin Feng asked again. He felt a bit awkward calling her "madam," and "beauty" seemed a bit too flirty, so he decided not to use any title.
"My daughter is sick, and I need to take her to the Hospital, but we got a flat tire on the way," the woman explained, clearly more adept at expressing herself.
"Sick? Let me see..." Upon hearing that such a beautiful and lovely little girl was unwell, Lin Feng quickly inquired.
Unconsciously, for some reason, Lin Feng felt a bit anxious upon hearing about the girl's illness, as if he cared deeply from the moment they met.
This was quite strange, but Lin Feng didn't dwell on it; his mind was filled with concern. It felt similar to the anxiety one would feel knowing their own daughter was sick.
"Who are you?" The woman looked at Lin Feng, still unsure. He seemed so young—did he really know anything about medicine?
"Oh, I've studied some medical knowledge and can take a look at your child. If it's really not feasible, I can also drive you to the Hospital," Lin Feng explained. After all, with a Tesla at his disposal, this explanation couldn't be easily dismissed.
"Oh, that would be helpful." The woman remained skeptical about Lin Feng's medical knowledge but was interested in his offer to take them to the Hospital.
There was no helping it; Lin Feng was just too young. In this day and age, what doctor under forty had any real skills? Where could one find someone so young?
Lin Feng noticed the woman's concerns but didn't mind; he didn't actually know much about medicine anyway, so there was no need to take offense.
As he opened the car door and sat down, he reached over to touch the little girl's forehead.
It was very hot—really hot. Clearly, she had a fever.
At Lin Feng's level, he could only diagnose the situation up to this point. The little girl still had a fever, and now it was up to Tesla to take over.
"She has contracted Wind Cold; it must have been for some time. We need to cool her down quickly; otherwise, the child is in danger," Tesla's voice quickly came through. There was no need to investigate Wind Cold for too long.
"The child has Wind Cold and is currently running a fever. Why did you let her burn like this for so long? Why think of treatment only now?" Due to an inexplicable feeling of kinship towards the little girl, Lin Feng spoke as if he were her father, his tone somewhat reproachful towards the woman, who was the child's mother.
Upon hearing Lin Feng's words, the woman appeared taken aback but eventually explained, "I just found out that my child was sick. It's my fault; I was too focused on work and didn't take care of her properly."
She felt the need to explain because Lin Feng could diagnose that the child had been feverish for some time based on her symptoms. She sensed that Lin Feng understood medicine.
As she spoke, she had already gotten into the car, sitting in the passenger seat while Lin Feng was in the driver's seat, naturally holding the little girl on her lap.
"It's too late to take her to the hospital now; it's quite a distance away. No, I need to give her acupuncture first to bring down the fever," Lin Feng said. He understood the child's condition from Tesla and realized that taking her to the hospital would not be timely; it was better to handle it first.
"Acupuncture?" The woman clearly felt uneasy about Lin Feng's medical skills. Although he could tell that the child had been feverish for a while, he was still too young, which inherently created a sense of uncertainty—what people often refer to as a lack of security.
Of course, this sense of security only pertained to his medical skills and had nothing to do with other aspects.
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P.S.: These past three days have been exhausting; today I can only manage two updates. This is the first one...
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